It is another weekend and another long list of chores that need to be done. Unsurprisingly, Brat is dragging her feet and making no effort to get started. Instead of resorting to my usual methods, she offered a compromise. She would be tied up, and I would watch her struggle while doing her chores. Without a second thought, her eyes lit up, and she accepted before I could change my mind.  
While reorganizing some gear, Kaecie noticed a straitjacket hanging on the wall. She recalled how she used to bet people she could escape from them. What they didn't know were the hours she had spent learning how to do just that. I suspected she was hoping for another mark, so I played along and bet that she still couldn't do it. Having known me for years, I expected some conditions. When none came, I knew her streak was about to come to an abrupt end. 
When Sage started reading the email on her phone, she was already worked up and on her way to her bedroom to take care of it. Reaching the end, she stopped dead in her tracks. A fan had challenged her to lock her chastity belt on and address the keys to them. She would then tie herself up and have to free herself before the delivery service picked up the package. Sage had never worn her belt for more than an hour or two, and the thought of risking getting stuck with a stranger holding the keys had already soaked her panties. She knew if she allowed herself to orgasm now, she wouldn't do it; it had to be now. So before she changed her mind, she locked the belt around her waist and grabbed her bondage gear. 
Kat had been hinting all day about how fun it would be to be tied up with a magic wand. Since she was obviously in the mood, it was the perfect opportunity for a little science. Once tied to the couch and gagged, the rules of the experiment were explained. A timer would be set for short blocks of time, starting with the vibrator on low. If she managed to make it through without an orgasm, the wand would switch to high with longer time blocks. If Kat could make it all the way to the end, she would earn a special surprise. Unfortunately for Kat, I know a lot about her kinks, and denying herself was going to be nearly impossible. If she gave in, well, she would be in for a very different kind of surprise. 
Locked in chains on the floor wearing a latex catsuit, you would never guess they were a domme. As the last padlock clicked into place, they knew there was no turning back, more literal than they realized at the time. Surrounding them were dozens of balloons, each one concealing a set of keys. Somewhere in that sea of latex and air was the one set they actually needed. They were trapped until it was found, and given the awkward restraints, that was never going to be quick. |
